Getting Back.
10 Jun 2010 Leave a Comment
in My Poetry Tags: frozen, love, old poetry, paintings, poetry, reality, sun
She loves to be frozen,
To sit in the icy night
Until her lips become as blue
As it is.
She loves to feel the cold
Outlining her whole body
With it’s biting preciseness,
Until she feels real.
She loves to wait
For the sun to wake up
And her blood drained skin
So white like paper,
Is ready for the staining
Of it’s warm coral watercolour.
She loves to feel the ice
Slowly thaw,
Her head is so clear
And everything is new
So bright and warm.
Everything is ok
And she just loves,
That’s all there is to it.
She just loves.
Maria Warren
